Truth (avengers and pjo crossover)

So So So Many Delusions

To say that I slept okay that night would be gracious.

Maybe I should just stop sleeping, I think that'd solve my problems.

But my nightmare wasn't really a nightmare, just a feeling.

A void.

It was honestly worse than a regular nightmare because there was no concept of reality or a way to remember things like who I was and shit like that.

But when I woke up, my mind was clear as the day.

That's not saying a lot it was really foggy outside.

But I begrudgingly got up and left Wanda's room. I was trying my best to be quiet as to not wake her up, and I think it worked 'cause she was still asleep when I shut the door.

I rubbed my eyes, bothered a tiny bit by the brightness of the hallway lights but I got over it.

It was still quite early in the morning, I guess my mental clock hadn't changed without an alarm much. But, that meant I had time to shower and maybe clean my room a little bit from that fiasco when I left.

Ugh. I have to choose an outfit. Mornings fucking suck.

I opened my door and was met with less of a disaster than I remember. My plain gray room kinda looked like a room in an insane asylum. The only things in there that made it personal was my desk/vanity with a few jewelry staples and homework.

Oh shit. School.

Uhhh I think Tony has enough money to bribe the school district?

Hopefully?

You know what? I bet they'll tell stories about that one weird ass dropout involved in everything but somehow with no friends that went out with a flaming 8% on her physics test.

It sounds like a good way to be remembered though.

Maybe they'll make a plaque?

Aaanyways, I decided to finally get in the shower.

Oh my gods.

Hot water fell on my face like waves from the ocean eroding at the cliffside.

That was the best shower I'd ever had.

But it also gave me quiite a while to think.

I hate thinking, it hurts my brain.

Hey, but my thoughts were honestly as hot as this shower.

My mind wandered to what Wanda insinuated last night. Me and... Pietro? I didn't even know the guy.

But he did look at me, and he already said he was gonna like me. Oh and he came running as soon as he heard I was here. Like, just say you want me. So basically, he confessed his undying love for me.

Holy shit I am so delusional.

Let's not do that anymore. I've never even had a conversation with the guy.

When I stepped out, I felt like a new person. I love being clean, it just makes me feel unstoppable.

There's the delusion again.

I went back into my room in just a towel. I walked around still thinking about weird shit like how clouds are and why Blackjack likes donuts, cause that doesn't make any sense if I'm being honest. But I went into my closet, and upon seeing my Nike pros and sports bra, I found myself wondering why the hell I didn't work out last night.

So I threw those and some running shoes on and left the closet. Grabbing my beats headphones, I decided today felt like a running on the track day.

Now that everyone knew who I was, I could freely use the amenities provided to the Avengers.

I put on my workout Playlist, and just started to run.

The brisk air bit at me and made running just that little more refreshing.

I was so deep in my head and music that I didn't see the people coming up in front of me.

Luckily they realized I was there though, but not quick enough for me to trip and fall on my fucking knees.

"God damn it!" I frustratingly said as I wiped the small red rocks off my hand.

I assessed the damage, which wasn't a lot. A few scrapes on my hand and a gash or two on my knees and legs.

I turned, fuming, to see who the fuck was in my way.

I met eyes with a laughing Sokovian.

"HAHAHA OH MY GOD YOU SHOULD HAVE SEEN YOUR FACE!" Pietro laughed at me, clutching his stomach and squatting down.

"You fucking tripped me!" I said standing up and stalking over to him to punch him in his pretty little face.

Unfortunately as soon as I was about to make contact, his dumbass sped away, making me fall again.

"BITCH! Ohhhhh I'm about make your fucking, ball sucking, du-"

This time, before anything could happen, another person ran up to us and scowled saying, "Uh language? I don't think I've heard anyone cuss more in my entire life."

Steve reached out to help me up but I swatted his hand away, I can get up on my own.

Sam ran up behind him, sweating head to toe and clearly out of breath, "Yeah, kids nowadays are messed the fuck up."

Damn a little too close to home but I'd take all the support I could get.

Steve just glared at him and said to me, "You seem to be prone to injury. You should probably get fixed up anyways." he paused, and stared at Pietro, who was sitting on the ground looking all innocent, "This is your fault, you fix it."

Finally. It's 100 percent this bitch's fault and I couldn't wait to hear his stupid, fucked up response.

He rolled his eyes and sighed, "Ugh okay, but as long as I get to carry the pretty girl."

"Yeah sure." Steve said and waved us off.

Wait...He thinks I'm pretty.

He scooped me up and said, "Hold on Krásne, this is going to feel weird."

And we sped off.

oh my gosh i'm so sorryy

i lowkey forgot about this 😭😭😭😭

but this chapter is kinda slow sorryyyyyyyyy